Blood In, Blood Out Poem by Peter Hall

The creed of the gang
Blood in, blood out.

Identity
Attention
Insecurity
Acceptance
Significance
All gifted at the place of blood.

Slash a face
Forget any grace
Stab an enemy
A day in infamy
At the gang's entrance
A deceiving sentence.

Only way out
Prove you can fight
Kick some butt
Spill more blood
Roll the dice
Pay the price.

The gang demanded the same cost
Blood to spill from His cross
The same blood to bring them in
In exchange for the gang's sin
Opportunity to be bought out
Of darkness into the light.

The creed of the Godhead
Blood in, blood out.